Clearly though, I had managed to land a date with the most ridiculously photogenic oddball on the planet, either that or he has some mad photoshopping skills.
Despite his profile trickery, it was obvious that this guy was just over the moon excited to meet me.
Although sometimes “sugar dating” is just a code for escorting, those people are just not doing it right.
Although ever so slight flashes of my stud muffin celebrity combo glimmered through under certain ideal light and shadow conditions; it was as if Picasso himself had pieced the two together. I realize these knuckleheads are bound to let me down in one way or another, but damn it, why don't ya throw me out a smoking hot jerk with a small dick and commitment issues every once in a while?
He came complete with a tall stick figure frame that was so rail thin I wondered where he kept his vital organs, and uneven ears that stuck out like fucking satellites from his oddly tiny skull. At least that gives me a few splendid moments of hot boy bliss before I start having to play hide and seek in his underpants.
So I distracted myself with tumbling blocks of wood and flying sandbags for a couple of hours while Blake rattled off every possible compliment he could think of, probably knowing full well that overwhelming flattery and straight up pity were the only cards he had to play... His enthusiastic adulation, along with the bourbon goggles I had developed over the course of our date, began to make him appear ever so slightly better looking and somehow I found myself agreeing to a second venue.
We decided, at his suggestion, to grab a bite at Buffalo Wild Wings, and on the way over I started daydreaming of what he might look like with an extra 50 lbs to his frame.
And you won’t feel anything for either of us if I don’t tell you all the good and bad parts of the story.
And believe me, there are a lot of good things and a lot of bad things to this story.” ― “You've got to decide exactly what you want in your life, as a match, as a spouse or significant other.
“Taken from the dedication in my debut novel Exactly 23 days. For women everywhere: When you know you are finally mended, spread the word, hold out your hand, share some love from your heart and some laughter from your soul and be there for a new member of the sisterhood who needs your help.
Let's all help our sisters worldwide to stand tall and know, they can and they will recover, survive and thrive, to live the life they deserve.
” The survey responses, from 39 executives, produced the following conclusions:“Internet dating has made people more disposable.”“Internet dating may be partly responsible for a rise in the divorce rates.”“Low quality, unhappy and unsatisfying marriages are being destroyed as people drift to Internet dating sites.”“The market is hugely more efficient …
People expect to—and this will be increasingly the case over time—access people anywhere, anytime, based on complex search requests …
Picture a Justin Timberlake/Daniel Tosh mash-up with short wavy hair, dimples and a boyish grin so sly I couldn't help but picture it between my thighs.